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Do you know that every time the mailman comes my heart lurches and I fight the urge to run outside?

I want to flyy.

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Halloween has come and passed, and not one 8 year old in their Halloween costume did I see. Lame.

The construction of a woman
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
She is manufactured like a sports sedan.
She is retooled, refitted and redesigned
every decade.

Cecile had been seduction itself in college.
She wriggled through bars like a satin eel,
her hips and ass promising, her mouth pursed
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I guess a lot of it bothers me because it's true.
Or maybe I should just stop being so cryptic.

Sadly, that's about it.

I want to be the Bonnie to your Clyde.
But, you'd never get that.
Silly of me to even think you could, either way.

If you can't do that for me.
I'm walking.

I love finding your cigarette butts in my ashtray.
It's almost as though a little piece of you is left here for me, even if it is a little dirty.